Saturday, 2 March 2013

Saturday in Perth #3

Cottesloe beach.

I've refrained from the usual photo of Indiana Tea Rooms with the Pylon looming large in the background because I want to try to convey how magnificent this beach is without those props.


You probably saw the latest list of the 10 best beaches in the world recently in one of the papers.  I cannot for the life of me understand how "they" come up with those lists.  The beaches are generally either inaccessible, unswimmable, have beaches made up of stones or all three.



I get that those beaches may be pretty but in my book a beach is good if it has great sand, beautiful clear blue water, no rips/undertow/rocks underfoot and no stingers.  Sorry Busselton, the stinger thing keeps you off my list.

The lifesavers in the rubber ducky were looking intently into the water...

Cottesloe beach has it all in spades.  And it is a five minute drive from home.


This morning is was simply magnificent.  It wasn't feeling like putting on waves so it put on gentle rolling swell.


The sand was warm without being baking hot.


And the general store does a pretty good line in coffee, milkshakes and yogurt cups with passionfruit pulp.  I love that they leave out those little metal stools so you can lean against the glass and stare out to sea.

Friday, 1 March 2013

Back in Perth

So, I was doing well with my Appreciate Perth More resolution.  Savouring the warm weather, loving the beach, enjoying the laid back pace and that thongs are a more than reasonable footwear option at just about any event.  Then I had to go to Sydney for work.

Aaaargh.

I ate real Thai food.  Had dinner at Cafe Sydney.  Sigh.  Went to meetings in buildings with views of the harbour and Walsh Bay.  Walked through the cavernous above and below ground shopping complexes in the CBD.  Walked amongst the hustle and bustle.

Sydney really can cut it on the international stage.

So it was nice to go to the theatre the day after my return to Perth.  We managed to get tickets to the sold out week-long season of The Secret River.  This adaptation for stage by Andrew Bovell is mesmerising and if you haven't seen it definitely do so if it comes your way.  It's a true modern classic.


We saw it at The Maj (or His Majesty's Theatre) in Perth.


I haven't been to The Maj for years.  Managed to take some sneaky shots of the beautiful inside before being asked to put my phone/camera away.


I remember seeing The Rocky Horror Picture Show from up there in the Gods many many years ago.

Not a bad place to be on a Friday night.